What week is it?

You may be interested to learn that my new hairstyle is appropriately cute and stylish. Hip is an adjective I will leave out of the description; I have a hard time ever thinking that I look hip.

Tomorrow is my 16 week appointment. Unclear why they are calling it my 16 week check-up when I will be 17 weeks tomorrow - but I am not the doctor or the girl who makes the appointments for the doctor. I am having a hard time stomaching that I am about to enter my fifth month of pregnancy. Girls, this ride goes fast. When we were TTC, the months were so long and the time to "try" took forever to arrive each month. Once you get pregnant, someone hits the fast forward button.

Back to my appointment tomorrow ... I will have the pleasure of having my blood drawn for the tests that might tell me the Bean has a high percentage of being born with a disease. We have decided to have the tests performed not because we don't want to have an ill child but because we want to be as prepared as possible if our child does have special needs. Well, as prepared as a child will ever allow you to be.

This is actually my second pregnancy; I had a miscarriage last fall. During the sixth week of this pregnancy, I had spotting which mirrored what happened at the beginning of my miscarriage. I, understandably, expected the worse. We rushed to the doctor's office and had an ultrasound. All was well and a heartbeat was clear. The spotting stopped that day and we have been moving forward ever since.

Tomorrow, I am going to beg and bribe my doctor to give me another ultrasound. I am dying to know that everything is as it should be with the Bean. We heard the Bean's heart beat at eight weeks and at every subsequent appointment. Now I want to see my kiddo and I do not want to wait until my 20 week appointment in August. I am greedy like that.

Please send some positive "give that girl an ultrasound" vibes to my doctor. Wonderful Husband and I would much appreciate it.